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9...Final Days

Part 2; Final Days

"7 days left," he said silently as he and Erin lied together in bed. She was fast asleep, lying on his bare chest. He had his arm around her shoulder. He had his sister in his thoughts. He couldn't stop replaying the day they found her. It haunted him to see his sister so battered and bruised, he could barely recognize her. He sighed, and looked down at Erin and gave a smirk.

"At least I still have you,"  he thought, playing with her hair. Her ebony locks shined, and was smooth to the touch.

"That feels nice," she whispered, her big eyes looking up at him.

"I can't stop thinking about her," he said

"Baby..."

"I know., but it's hard to see the youngest of your family hurting like that," he answered.

"What happened to her? Who or what caused this?" she asked.

"I...I don't want to talk about it.  It's too painful," he said looking away. Erin sat up, and picked up his chin to make him look at her.

"It's alright. I understand," she hugged him close as he started lightly crying.

"You can tell me when you're ready,"

~Wednesday, April 10, 1996~

A week went by, and so far, no one had threatened Janet. Michael was glad, but never let his guard down.

"Michael?!" she shouted from her room.

"Yeah?!"

"Can you run and get me some...womanly stuff?!" Michael was a little confused.

"What?!" he asked.

"You know...for that monthly gift I get!!"

"Oh...the stick thing or the pads?!"

"The tampons!"

"Whatever. I'll be right back! Aaron will be here if you need anything!!"

"Hurry up!! I can't stay in this bathroom forever!!" she screamed.

"What kind?!"

"The purple one!!" with that he quickly left, and went tot he corner store. When he got there, he was stuck with a huge problem...there five different purple kinds.

"You have got to be shitting me," he frowned. He dialed Aaron's number.

" Yes sir?"

"Ask Janet which purple ones," Aaron then called up to her with the same question.

"Ugh!! The Always!!" she groaned.

"Could you tell him to hurry the fuck up!!?" she screamed, and Michael heard her.

"I'll be there in 5," he said, and picked up the package, and paid for it, blushing a bright red.

"This is embarrassing," he mentally cried. He walked back to his car, and got home to his sister screaming.

"WHERE IS HE AARON?!!"

"HE'S HERE!!"  he replied as Michael rushed up the stairs. Once he reached her room, he knocked on the door.

"What?!"

"I've got it," she opened the door, and grabbed them.

"Thanks Mike," she shut the door. Michael walked down the stairs, shaking his head.

"I'm never going to understand women," he said.

"Same," Aaron agreed. Janet came back down, and sat down on the couch, watching T.V. with them.